Fan Fiction ❯ The First Dark Night ❯ Swift Revenge ( Chapter 1 )

A young boy, maybe fifteen years of age, is leaning against the wall of an alley, standing there cold and unmoving in the crisp October air. A breeze picks up and brushes his long dark bangs out of his face. He raises his head and watches the setting sun with cold gray eyes that seems to reflect the burning fiery glory of the sun for a moment before it sets over the horizon. He looks around and makes sure that no one was around before he started to strip down to his underwear and the carefully and methodically started to strap, buckle, and snap on holsters, sheathes, then black leather pants and boots, with more empty weapon holders, finishing with a black sleeveless T-shirt, and a black leather jacket and gloves. He then bent over a bag and started filling the holsters and sheathes. Afterwards he was a complete walking arsenal; he attached chains on the pants and jacket before throwing a dark cloak over himself. It was time for the hunt to begin. He smiled and wondered how foolishly he was jeered at and called a `Goth', or `pale skinned' or even `vampire.' He chuckled at the last thought and wondered what they would do if they met him tonight.

He silently stole out of the alleyway, nothing more than just a shadow, yet very real and deadly. He smiled as he smelled the rich, seductive aroma of his prey, calling to him, begging him to follow. And follow he did, following the trail till he set his eyes on a lone women, maybe in her late-20s he decided. He frowned for a moment, thinking about how unfortunate that his prey was in such a lovely guise, but he shrugged the thought off as he drew his silenced 9mm. He suddenly saw a girl, maybe seventeen or so, just standing there smoking. He blinked surprised as she isn't the type of girl you would think would be smoking. Attractive and having a sweetness he could almost touch. He shook his head and concentrated on the task at hand. He realized he would have to work fast or there would be more that one death here tonight. He raised the gun quickly and aimed, silently crouching. The girl looked up with surprise as his prey suddenly approached her with superhuman speed. The prey stopped suddenly as bullets slammed into her throwing her into and through the shop window behind her. Alarms blared and he swore, as it didn't matter if he made noise now. He pulled out his trench shotgun and unloaded a shell at the prone figure in the shop window. The girl stared at him and started to slowly back away, wide eyed in terror, oblivious to the real threat.

He rushed forward, hoping to reach the prey before it came to its senses, but it rolled over and got up, glaring at him, almost with burning red eyes. She slowly stepped out of the shop window planning on punishing the fool who shot her. She rushed forward, and everything slowed down for him, the arms coming to seize and hold him, so she could drain his blood completely. The moment went on almost at a standstill as he pulled out his long knife and explodes with a backhand slash to the head of his prey. He smiled in admiration as his prey managed to get her arm up blocking his blow, yet almost severing the arm. It pleased him to know that even if he was defeated it would take awhile and a lot of blood to heal what he was doing to her. She surged forward clawing at his face with her undamaged hand, ripping off his cloak. She stood dumfounded staring at his face, disbelieving what she saw as he swept her feet from under her and staked her to the ground. He smiled as she withered in pain. He bent closer holding the long knife above his head he spoke, "Goodbye, mother." With that he struck downward stifling his mothers scream as he cut off her head. Then quickly he rose and saw the horror in the girl's eyes. He stood still for a moment before he silently stole off into the night before the sirens could come, leaving the body, and the girl standing there behind.